Fated Shot

Chapter 21

Jack

The moment we step into The Prime Reserve, every eye in the room turns to us.

There’s around ten of us that were able to make it out, not too bad for a Thursday night after a road trip. We try to schedule times to all hang out, it helps with chemistry when we’re all vibing both on and off the ice. I definitely don’t have the best attendance at these events, particularly when it’s a club or something despite Penn’s constant pestering, but tonight it was an easy decision.

The restaurant is split between a formal dining room and a bistro-style bar. I don’t love having to dress up to go out for dinner, but the food is worth it. We’re seated on the bar side, which is livelier and feels a lot less stuffy. I find a spot at the dark mahogany high-top table as we fill in, five on each side. An eighty-inch TV hangs above the bar at the end of the table, visible to all of us. Steak and Sportsnet, just doesn’t get better than that.

As soon as I sit down, I pull out my phone to shoot off a quick text. I’m suddenly a texter, finding myself constantly checking for notifications from Wyndham. It’s never chimed so much in my life. I’ve had to resort to keeping it on vibrate during the day before flipping my sound back on right before bed, fucking Penn .

I type out a quick message ‘ Can I see you later?’ Shit, does that sound like a booty call? I immediately delete it. ‘ Do you want to hang out later tonight? ’ I can’t tell if that’s worse. This constant overthinking is not me, but somehow, it’s become my new norm. I sigh, shoving it back into my pocket without ever hitting send.

A young, blonde waitress in a black dress and apron comes strolling over to take our drink order. I’m sure we look like an intimidating bunch. We tend to draw attention anywhere we go, especially when we’re in a group, but for the most part, we’re harmless. She hesitantly goes around the table, jotting down our orders. I offer her a polite smile as I order a glass of whiskey.

Just as she leaves, a deep, resonant throat clears, capturing all of our attention. For a man in his early fifties, Douglas Cameron is still built like an athlete. Standing at six-one, he has a large frame and a naturally authoritative presence. We immediately fall silent.

“Heard trouble walked in the door,” his thunderous laugh hits us. We all smile, but it’s weird seeing Coach out in public. Feels like when you’re younger and run into your teacher at the mall or something. Weird to think that he has a whole life off-ice. Who knew? Coaches; they’re just like us.

Patting Evan on the back, he rumbles, “I’m expecting best behavior, boys. I’ve got the family here with me,” as he turns heading toward the door.

I smile politely and turn my attention back to the menu. But soon, a flash of blonde hair catches my eye. I look up and find myself face-to-face with the bombshell ahead of us.

A tight, dark green dress hugs her every curve, with fabric swooping right over her perfect tits, and pin-straight hair falling almost to her waist. Even with her makeup and soft pink cheeks, her freckles shine through. I'm completely starstruck—realization hitting like a puck to the face.

Mia .

I swallow hard, trying to snap back to reality, but I literally cannot stop staring. Her eyes meet mine for only a moment, startled but seemingly more in control than I am. She, unlike me, diverts her gaze, smiling timidly as she looks over the entire table. She’s turning more rosey by the minute as the guys take her in, grinning like idiots. You’d think for someone that breathtaking, she’d be used to the attention, but she instinctively drops her face toward the floor.

Coach guides her past us toward the main dining room, offering nothing more than a brisk nod as they disappear in the distance.

My heart is thudding a lot harder than it should, but I’m sobered up real quick.

“Fucking hell, that should be illegal. Can’t believe she’s related to Coach.” Connor Tucker says quietly from two seats down as the rest of the guys laugh.

Licking his lips and raising his eyebrows, John Daley adds, “Yeah, I like them curvy like that.”

“You’d have to have a death wish to go after her,” Evan warns.

“You blind, Woodsy? I’d risk a trade, she’d be worth it.” Max cracks his knuckles before casually smirking into his beer. The heat that rips through me spikes my blood pressure like asurge of electricity through a power grid. I know he’s picturing Mia, and the urge to take him out is almost too much to bear.

I don’t even notice my leg frantically shaking until Penn elbows me, giving me a confused look. I stop immediately, thankful for the distraction when our waitress returns. Feigning every ounce of my attention, I nod intently as she rattles off the daily special.

We’re halfway through our meal when the chatter at our table comes to a suspicious halt. Noticing some pointed laughs and sneers. I direct my gaze toward the source of their attention. Mia’s walking right toward us, hair softly bouncing with every step.

Our eyes meet, and a small panic crosses her face as she pivots around the table, heading toward the bathrooms behind us. I clear my throat, trying to divert my eyes from her, a near-impossible feat. She’s mesmerizing.

“Fuck me, look at that ass.” Max throws out, fully turning in his stool to check her out. Non-discrete dickwad.

Jealousy burns in my stomach as my knuckles turn white around my glass. Penn eyes me again, but this time, I can’t as easily dodge his suspicion.

“Stomach hurts,” I lie. The instinct to rip her away from everyone’s view and claim her as my own is real. What the fuck am I, a caveman?

I pause, catching my breath for at least a minute before I grumble, “Bathroom,” to Penn, standing abruptly.

I march out of the main bar area turning into the hallway that leads to the bathrooms. Two large black doors stay closed, as I hover in front of them, waiting. As the one on the left starts to open, I spot her green dress and push my way in.

“Ooop,” she lets out, startled, as she takes a step back. I shut the door behind me, locking it as I approach her. She’s excited, I can see the quickening of the pulse around her neck. I want to take her right now, I’ve been dreaming about her every minute since we were last together, and now she’s in front of me again. Instead, I push down my hunger. Stepping forward, I rest my hands on her waist and lean in to kiss her cheek.

“You look beautiful, Mia.” Her eyes close at the contact, her sweet scent hitting me.

With flushed cheeks and wide eyes gazing up at me, she whispers quietly, “I like your suit,” looking me up and down before resting her hands on my forearms .

She likes what she sees, and I’ll be damned if that doesn’t make something swell in my chest. She likes me . She licks her lips as she continues taking me in and I’m stuck, forced to watch in agony. Every little movement makes something else swell in my pants.

I can’t resist leaning in, gently touching her lips to mine. A soft whimper slips out as I tug her closer to me, but after a few moments, I break us apart, releasing her from my grip. There’s a time and place, and despite being desperate for her, I know this isn’t it. I’m a big boy, I can wait, even if railing her into the bathroom counter is tempting as hell.

“Just wanted to say hi,” I say.

Her lidded eyes look up at me, as she leans forward, soft, plump lips touching mine again before she adds, “Hi.”

It’s excruciating how stunning she is, and I almost forget the whole reason I came in here after her. Almost.

Defeated and a little embarrassed, I let out, “They all want you,” dropping my forehead to rest against hers. She looks genuinely confused. “You’re too fucking gorgeous.”

Her cheeks blaze again, this time making it all the way to her ears, as she drops her head, staring down at the floor.

“I seriously doubt that,” she sighs, wrapping her arms around her stomach.

“I’m serious. If you walk by our table again, Coach is gonna lose half his team to a rogue defenseman who went on a punching spree.”

I lift her chin back up with one finger so she’s facing me. She just smiles, something brewing in her eyes as I lean close enough to feel the heat radiating off her body.

“Now get outta here, troublemaker,” I whisper in her ear before planting one more innocent kiss on her pouty, pink lips. Stepping back, I guide her toward the door, and just like that, she steps out, leaving me alone in the bathroom .

I spend the next five minutes trying to readjust myself and fruitlessly splashing cold water on my face and neck to calm down. No doubt a result of the Mia-effect.

By the time we finish our meal, we spot Doug and Bev Cameron walking out of the dining area, both giving us a polite wave as they head out the door of the exit. Surprisingly, Mia is not in tow. Did she leave when I wasn’t looking? I’m tempted to shoot her a quick text, but before I get the chance to, I spot her approaching. Instead of following the same path as her parents, she’s headed straight for the bar.

All the boys are gawking already, clearly not phased by the fact that Doug Cameron walked by our table less than two minutes ago. Geez, these fuckers are pushing their luck tonight. Ten to one, I could probably take them. Scratch that, nine to two, I’m bringing Penn into this.

We all watch as she approaches, taking a seat beneath the hanging wide-screen TV directly in our line of sight. She carefully climbs onto the round bar stool, perfect posture accentuating her backless dress that barely covers an inch above her perky ass. In one motion, she brushes her hair over her shoulder, her fingers delicately grazing down her dress strap that I could rip in an instant, slowly glancing back at our table. Her eyes lock with mine a moment longer than they should at the risk of raising suspicion, a coy smile breaking out before she casually turns back to face the bartender. Is she serious right now?

I whip out my phone, careful to hide my screen as I type.

Me: What are you doing, Wyndham?

The conversation at our table flips between ‘Coach’s Amelia’ and the basketball game now playing on the TV. My. Amelia .When my screen lights up, I quickly read off the message.

Wyndham: Just getting a drink, you?

I can fucking see that. The bartender has placed a ridiculously pink glass in front of her. I don’t miss him checking her out or leaning over to make unnecessary conversation as she hands him money. It’s a sea of testosterone on this side of the restaurant, and all eyes are locked on Mia. I scan the room, taking note of how many guys’ eyes I have to fucking gouge out for even looking in her direction. My heart rate is through the fucking roof right now.

Me: Thought I told you to stay clear of our table.

I punch the text into my phone. Breathing out a heavy sigh, I sip the last drop of my whiskey as I pretend to focus on the game. I can see her typing something though, so instead, I just end up looking down, waiting for her reply.

Wyndham: You did, I just didn’t feel like it.

As soon as I receive the message, she turns in her chair, pretending to look around the bar. When our eyes meet, she flushes but gives me another little smirk before returning to face forward. Fuck me. Where the hell did this come from? I’m conflicted between being turned on beyond belief and ready to commit manslaughter against my best friends. Two can play at this game. I stand up from the table.

“I’m off,” I garble to the group. Penn stops mid-conversation, eyebrows quirking up at me.

“Feel like shit. Can you cover me?” He just nods before turning back to Evan. I pat his shoulder and walk straight out the door without looking back. I better have read this fucking situation right or it’s about to be a long night.

As soon as the night air hits me, it’s a welcome relief. I step off to the side of the door, waiting just around the corner of the building. It was suffocating being in there. I’m heated, irritated, and fucking hard but hoping my risk is about to pay off. That show back there was just for me, I know it. I wonder how long it’s going to take her to realize…

Before I even get a chance to stipulate further, she comes bounding out, taking the step beneath the door in a whirl of commotion. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I sweep her around the corner to the dimly lit side street. Bracing my hands against the wall around her face, I catch her by surprise, her wide eyes looking at me, confused for a moment.

Her heels are putting us about three inches closer to each other, but I still need to stoop down a little. She’s breathing heavily, green eyes shining below impossibly long lashes as she looks up at me. She’s bouncing between my eyes and my mouth, breathing louder than usual, as her teeth subtly sink into her bottom lip.

Lowering my head to her ear, goosebumps are forming just at my breath, “I thought I told you to behave.”

She tilts her head away, exposing more of her neck to me. I take the invitation willingly as I suck at the sensitive spot below her ear. Her erratic breathing is a dead giveaway as I continue on my mission—make her as hot and bothered as I am. When I pull away, I spot the peaks of her nipples through her dress. The sight alone is enough to send the rest of my circulation straight to my dick. As a result, my brain struggles to stay on task.

Her dilated pupils are bouncing between my eyes, just waiting. God, she looks so beautiful. I’m supposed to be the one in control, but the way she’s looking up at me, like she’s mine for the taking, I just know she’s got me wrapped around her finger .

I move closer, sliding my knee between her legs until she’s barely standing on the ground, mostly supported between me and the wall. Claiming her mouth in mine again, like a firecracker, she comes alive, grinding into the pressure, hands frantically lacing into my hair, pulling me closer.

My dick aches as she unravels in front of me.

Fuck restraint .

“Is this what you wanted, Mia?” I bark at her between vengeful nips and sucking on her neck as she squeals beneath me. I drill her into the wall harder, biting her bottom lip and allowing my tongue to swirl around in her mouth.

“Mmm,” is all that escapes her. I’m rock hard and losing all sense of control.

With every circle of her hips, she’s growing louder. I’m painfully aware of our surroundings. We’re hidden from the street view, caught in the shadows, but all it would take is one busboy or dishwasher to open the back door to the kitchen and find us. I’m the only one who gets to see her like this, who gets to hear the sounds she makes. Only. Me.

“We’re going home. Now .” I demand, sliding my knee back, setting her back on the ground abruptly.

Her lip pouts as she lets out a frustrated sigh, arms crossing. “What if I don’t want to.” Oh, she wants to . She’s being a brat, and I fucking love it.

“You can’t play hard to get Wyndham when it’s me who makes you this wet,” I say, sliding my hand across her slick slit. Goddamn, it’s like she’s always ready for me. At my touch, her eyes shut. I give her what she wants, but just for a moment as she moans softly. The corner of my mouth quirks at her response.

“Those guys think they can have you? Let them. It’s my name you’re going to be screaming when you come on my dick.”

That seems to subdue her. Her newfound confidence retreats to make way for her usual reserved self, cheeks blushing. There she is, my cute little Wyndham. I cup her face with one hand, dragging my thumb across her jaw.

“God, you don’t even know how crazy you make me.” Taking her hand, I lead her back to the street.

It’s a refreshing change of pace as we slide into the backseat of the cab. Hot and heavy is fucking exciting, but just being next to her is amazing too. Her leg is resting softly next to mine, and there’s no hesitation when I splay my palm out on her thigh. Is it always supposed to be like this? I’ve seriously been missing out on the whole relationship thing if so, but something tells me it’s just her.

We make our way into her apartment, the entryway piled high with boxes, and the entire space smelling like a bakery. I whisk her right to her bedroom, not wasting a second more.

“Dress off. Get on the bed.”

Expecting her usual hesitancy, I’m shocked to see her rotate away from me, her bare back on full display as she delicately drops one thin, green strap and then the other.

Fuck, this should not be this hot. I've seen a dozen girls strip in front of me, but nothing even comes remotely fucking close to this. I’m supposed to be the one in control, but I’m reduced to silence and awe, just watching her every movement. She glances over her shoulder to see my clearly gawking expression and smiles with lust in her eyes.

“Now you wanna listen, eh?”

She nods, awaiting my next instruction. I pounce forward, standing behind her to cup her tits in my hands. They’re fucking amazing. As I graze my calloused fingers over her pebbled nips, she pushes her ass into me, moving slowly. There’s no way she can’t feel me. I’m painfully hard already. I lower my hands to guide the rest of her dress down past her hips, letting it drop to the floor. We stay standing, just swaying as I take in every inch of her, she’s absolute perfection, and I’ll be damned if I rush a second of this. I want this to last forever.

Suddenly, she turns to face me, meeting my eyes for a second before lowering herself down until she’s inches away from my tented suit pants. I just watch as one dainty hand starts to stroke me over the fabric. Closing my eyes, I lean into the satisfaction, momentarily lulled until I feel her tug down while my erection springs free. Holy shit .

Sitting pretty on her knees in front of me, big eyes staring up at me from the floor, face inches away from my dick, is an image I want to keep burned in my brain for the rest of my life. Is she about to… ?

“You—you don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?” she asks innocently, smiling up at me while her thumb rubs the tip of my cock, swiping the drop of pre-cum off.

“Do—” I’m silenced as she wraps her lips around me, sucking gently as she takes half of me in her mouth. “Oh, fuuucckk.”

I grab her hair, pulling it up into my fist as she starts working me in her warm mouth. In perfect sync, she starts sucking while swirling her tongue around my tip before returning to take me deeper. It’s a miracle I’m still standing upright.

How the fuck did she get so good at this? I hold back the burn of jealousy with a groan, shit , don’t think about that. Think about…

“Mmm,” I feel the vibration of her moan, whipping me back into the moment. She’s swirling her head now, working around the tip while she pumps the base of my shaft with her hand. God, she’s like a dick-sucking wizard. If this keeps up, I’m not going to last.

“Wait, Mia,” I call out, a little panicked. She stops immediately, releasing me, her eyes staring patiently into mine, waiting for my next command. Fuck, I love that .

“C’mere” is all it takes for her to rise to her feet. Ripping off my shirt in an instant, I pull her closer. Grabbing her face between my palms, I suck on her swollen lips. It’s addicting being around her. No matter what we’re doing, I’m mind-blown.

She breaks apart for a moment. “I bought condoms,” she says, rushing over to her bedside drawer. Clearly, she thought this was going to be a regular thing, and thank fuck for that.

I smile as she comes almost skipping back, handing one to me. Ripping the corner with my teeth, I roll it on myself.

“Do you trust me, Mia?”

“I trust you.”

Damn, that’s the best. “Good.”

Wrapping my hands around her body, I grip on her ass cheeks, pulling her up to me. She instantly wraps her legs around my waist, resting her arms around my neck.

Turning in place, I march forward until her back is flush against the wall. Carefully grabbing my cock, I line myself up before filling her completely.

The gasp of pleasure she lets out is almost enough to do me in. I swear the sounds she makes are better than anything I’ve ever heard. Some girls like to put on a big show, making all sorts of wailing sounds, but everything with Mia is so natural, so genuine, so her.

At this angle, her tits are pressed up against my chest as I hold up her body weight, drilling her into the wall. There’s nowhere to go, every inch of our bodies grinding together as I start to feel a tingle at the base of my spine.

I was determined to start slowly, feel her stretch around me, but any level of control I thought I had went the fuck out the window five minutes ago. I can’t be in control, not when she feels like she was made for me and me alone, fitting me so perfectly, driving me to insanity the second we’re connected. Her head drops to my shoulder as she clings to me, every one of her breaths hitting the side of my neck, egging me on.

Her teeth drag along my shoulder until she reaches the base of my neck, biting down before soothing it with her tongue. Who is this girl, and where the fuck has she been my whole life? When starts sucking below my ear, I know I’m fucked.

“Fuck, Mia, that feels—”

Before I can even get the rest of the words out, I feel her grip tighten on my cock. “Jack—right there, please, don’t stop.”

I keep my pace steady, every movement precise to give her exactly what she wants. “You like that?”

She leans her head back, eyes closed, as she frantically nods.

“Tell me what you like, Mia,”

“I like… mmm—” She swirls her hips with every thrust. “—feeling you inside me, so big…” Damn, does she know how to fluff a man’s ego.

“You like my cock in your tight little pussy?” She squeezes down on me at my words.

“Y-yes.” Her eyes shut again, her head rolling back.

“Good.” I lift her chin with my index finger. “Eyes on me.”

Emerald green eyes meet mine, her pupils dilated. “I’m going to…”

“That’s right. Come for me. Right here, right now.” She listens immediately, coming apart around me, hips bucking as I watch her riding out her high.

“I fucking love seeing you come.” I’ve never seen anything hotter in my life, actually. I’m fighting off every urge to drill that much harder, seconds away from filling her. I’m trying desperately to stretch this, make this last as long as physically possible.

We’re both breathing heavily. “Please, Jack,” leaves her mouth in a breathy whisper.

“Please what, Mia? ”

“Please come inside me.” Before I even have a chance to restrain myself, I shoot into her with a groan.

Fuck, she’s going to be the death of me.

Continuing to hold her, we sync our breaths. She’s still coming down from her post-orgasm high. I slowly remove myself from her, setting her back on her feet. Disposing of the condom, I watch her stumble slightly. Grabbing her hand, I pull her down to the bed with me. Seeing her like this, the feeling of us together is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. My arms wrap around her naked body, pulling her closer to my chest.

We’re silent, just perfectly contented and happy in each other's company. I breathe in her scent, enveloped by a wave of delicious peach sweetness that always drifts from her hair, while absorbing the calm of her gentle breaths. This is peace. This is my peace.

“I have to be up super early tomorrow,” she whispers, breath softly tickling into my chest.

“I know you do. Get some sleep, I can go.”

Instead of releasing me, though, she snuggles in a little closer and falls asleep instantly in the crook of my arm.

All I can think is that Max was right. If it means I get her, I’d risk the trade too.